Friday, October 22, 2004

Robert Bly, Hunter S Thompson, and George W Bush

During this one day interlude from baseball, I'd like to quote some 2004 political wisdom from two of my heroes: Hunter S. Thompson and Robert Bly.

First, Bly. Thanks to Jilly at Poetry Hut Blog (from where she winnows the poetry news to all the links fit to read). From the Minneapolis Star-Tribune, in an article called Clearly, the Emperor has No Clothes, Bly writes:
President Bush has not really registered the failures in his life. When his early oil venture failed, he was bailed out by the Saudi oil family or by his father. But when he bets all his money on a lunatic invasion of Iraq, no one can bail him out. During his debates with John Kerry, no one could bail him out. When Kerry told him, in front of millions of people, that the war was wrongly begun, wrongly planned, wrongly carried out, he had to resort to making faces. There is only so much the Saudi oil family can do.
Then, from Sandhill Trek, I found the good Doctor in a Rolling Sone article entitled Fear and Loathing, Campaign 2004, Hunter writes:
Armageddon came early for George Bush this year, and he was not ready for it.
Did you see Bush on TV, trying to debate? Jesus, he talked like a donkey with no brains at all.
Immediately after the first debate ended I called Muhammad Ali at his home in Michigan, but whoever answered said the champ was laughing so hard that he couldn't come to the phone. "The debate really cracked him up," he chuckled. "The champ loves a good ass-whuppin'. He says Bush looked so scared to fight, he finally just quit and laid down."
Bush is a natural-born loser with a filthy-rich daddy who pimped his son out to rich oil-mongers. He hates music, football and sex, in no particular order, and he is no fun at all.
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Some people say that George Bush should be run down and sacrificed to the Rat gods. But not me. No. I say it would be a lot easier to just vote the bastard out of office on November 2nd.
Drumming Bob, the Gonzo King, and Rat Bastard strolled into a bar...

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